BRETT'S POV
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Where was I you asked in the small murder? I was simply eating my dinner then I decided to wait at the living room for Hansel to finish but now, I have to keep a close eye, once he starts to shed the first blood, he'll keep on doing it.
I heard foot steps and grunts coming down from the stairs. He was carrying the now dead Stacey down the stairs. He drentched her with various perfume and alcohol so she looked like she was only sleeping and knocked out cold from drinking way too much.
"Remember love, I am doing this for you." He would always remind me. I nod in every response but think to myself, and for his own lust.
I still wondered, since sophomore year of highschool, if Hansel would drive the knife to my chest, and continue to stab me until I breathe my last. I changed the channel to The Walking Dead and settled on the program until the next new episode came on.
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HANSEL'S POV
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I carried Stacey like a sack of potatoes, doing my best attempt not to gag from the various smell of perfume I drentched all over her to hide her deceased scent. I poured multiple cans of beer in her mouth so if questioned, she drank too much.
The words I said to Brett were true but I knew too well, he beg to differ. If I were to do this for lust, it be more than just women and one victim. I dumpped Stacey and cleaned the fingerprints, leaving no murdering evidence, and no trace for anyone to find me.
I had been hunted down once but was given up when the cops decided not to search for me since they claimed "no more murders" but oh god no, there will always be murder.
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I return home to find Brett lying dead asleep on the couch, the TV still on. I glances as the pictures moved. The zombies of The Walking Dead devouring their victim as he cried out in agony.
I am a killer, but I'm no zombie. I'll leave the cannibalism to the zombies and Hannibal Lector, they do a finer job and human meat? Not my cup of tea.
I smiled down at him and carefully picked him up bridal style. My princess, my innocent boy, never will cry guilty or not guilty. Never will shed blood or have even a drop on him anywhere. Brett's mine and mine alone.
Gently, I place Brett down on him bed, he began to stir and moan for a second before he settled in the warmth of the soft bed. I am getting jealous of the pillow now, he's cuddling with it. Grrrr.....
I shook my head and carefully pulled the covers over his body and up his shoulders before I leaned in to give him a light kiss. I remembered his mother telling us a kiss goodnight keeps the nightmares away. I believed her but now, no amount of kisses will take away my current nightmare.
The nightmare of me holding the bloody body of my Brett in whom I killed, by my own hands.
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BRETT'S POV
*****
I woke up on the bed the covers warming my body from head to toe as I reluncantly got myself up to take a shower. As the warm water rushing down from above and hitting down on my body, I scrub myself with the bar of soap we have.
Once I was cleaned, I turned off the water and grabbed a near by towel, drying myself and my hair before I wrapped it around my waist and stepped out of the shower/bathroom. Hansel called just in time and the smell of popcorn filled my nostrils.
Oh why couldn't I have been immune to smell. Hansel KNEW popcorn got me going, I loved the taste, loved the smell. Curse you creators of this deliciousness known as popcorn!
